Prayer to the Moon

Author: cosmicrose

Rated: PG

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Genre: Drama/Romance

Summary: The Death Eaters under orders of Voldemort attack Harry. Praying for strength & hope, he goes through a dark portal accidentally. To see a world filled with friendly and cautious people. To experience what it is like to have a family and love. Usagi/Mamoru Harry/Hotaru Senshi/Generals

Disclaimer - I do not own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter.

Warning: This story continues from Harry Potter's fifth year and contains spoilers. Don't flame me because of them please.

Chaper Two: Curious Confusion

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Chapter 2

Soft moonlight peeked into the unlit room and landed gently on a slumbering figure on an extravagant bed. Scrunching up his face slightly at the pitiless bright light, a disorderly, black-haired boy opened his green eyes languidly. Glancing around cautiously at the unfamiliar surroundings, he rose sluggishly from his sleep with a speck of weariness.

Harry glanced about the black room speckled with crimson roses and golden crescent moons elegantly, still not understanding how he ended up on the exquisite silver bed beside a little crimson table. Slowly, he made his way to the door and just as he was about to turn the raven doorknob, he wondered if he was in a witch or a wizard's house. It seemed like a possible theory; it would explain why he wasn't feeling any pain as he was supposed to, from his head now since he ran into something hard and injured his forehead and the back of his head just last night.

Feeling it would be safe if someone didn't recognize him (if they did, he would've probably been sent to either Dumbledore or... Voldemort) he took his wand lying on the crimson table beside his bed and performed a concealing charm softly. Harry pointed his wand directly on his scar, which disappeared, showing a forehead of a 15 year-old boy without a lightning-shaped scar imprinted on it.

Harry strode silently to the exquisite oval mirror across his bed, pushed his bangs up, and peered into the mirror to see any mark of his legendary scar. Confident that his scar was unseen, he again made his way cautiously to the door. Turning the artistic doorknob, he opened it slowly half expecting to see some dark cloaked figure pointing a wand directly on his heart. The other half of him expected to find perhaps a member of the Order or even Dumbledore gazing warmly at him with his twinkling, aged eyes. What he saw though... was very unexpected.

Harry saw a woman resting casually on a cerise sofa, rocking a little baby, on her crossed legs. Although, the living room was dimly lit, he could discern the woman as a silver haired petite female with a short red-haired baby on her crossed legs through the soft moonlight peering though the closed windows.

Curiosity piqued him before he finally succumbed to it. Placing his wand in the back pocket of his rumpled blue jeans and covering up the exposed portion of his wand with his dirty white shirt, Harry strode down the broad staircase silently to the placid woman. When he was within two long steps beside her, he stood quietly for the woman to notice him. She didn't show any signs of sensing him however; she continued to rock the sleeping baby in a steady motion. After a few minutes of rocking, she lifted the slumbering baby gently and placed it delicately on the ruby sofa. She quietly placed a couple of cushions beside the baby, so that it would not stumble down from the sofa and injure itself.

Gracefully, her silver head turned to him; with a jolt of surprise, Harry realized that he must have been watching a Veela. A human witch or a muggle woman cannot display such beauty as this heavenly... queen of the cosmos. Funnily though, he could not feel any form of desire bursting inside him as he watched the silver haired woman gingerly with a spark of awe leaking out of his former-impassive green eyes.

Her exotic bluish-silver eyes asked him in quiescence about his health, Harry nodded his head speechlessly to express that he was well. He smiled shyly to represent a thank you.

Smiling tenderly, she drifted up the stairs. She inclined her head towards him to signaling him to follow her. Harry complied and soon reached her into the room where he slept the last night. Wordlessly, she drifted to the door right side of his silver bed and pushed it to reveal a lavish bathroom. Selecting a green toothbrush and toothpaste from a rack, she handed them to the silent curious boy and left the bathroom, closing it gently behind her.

Still curious about the strange yet beautiful silver haired woman, he brushed his teeth quickly before taking a quick shower after deeming them both harmless. Coming out of the shower, he decided to wear a towel instead of his rumpled clothes. Besides, he had a feeling that new clothes will be on the silver bed for him to wear by the silver haired woman. Sure enough, his strange feeling had been right—a new set of clothes were waiting for him on the silver bed. Smiling at the benevolence the beautiful woman was displaying; he quickly dressed and strode silently to the living room again.

At the end of the staircase, he stopped, not knowing what to do now that he showered and wore new clothes. Standing at the foot of the staircase, his eyes swerved back and forth from one end of the end to the other—observing everything in the courtly living room for future reference.

Harry noted three doors in the room—one of them is clearly the closet room, another one is unmistakably the main doorway and the last seems to be a kitchen… or perhaps a dining room.

Shifting his body, callous dull green eyes surveyed the upper portion of the house. They immediately recognized the raven door direct to him—the door led to the black room dappled with crimson roses and golden crescent moons. There were numerous doors on both sides of his room. But two of them caught Harry's attention; both of them were the last doors in opposite directions.

Green eyes livid with curiosity eyed the attractive purple door that filled him with strange feelings, which he could not explain. Harry shook his head; he's turning mental if he finds that stupid purple door attractive, however sophisticated, and gorgeous it seemed.

Harry shook his head harder this time and his dull green eyes traveled to the other door that caught his attention. Curiosity peeked out of his green eyes as he eyed the door with a pensive air. The door was elegantly made and was colored with such odd colors as crimson, black, pink, and silver. There was an… aura of aristocracy about the magnificently exotic door that stirred feelings of… respect, allegiance… awe and tenderness—just as they stirred as he looked upon the silver haired woman.

The silver haired woman came out of a room directly left to the ruby-colored sofa. Nodding her head at startled Harry to follow her again, she took him inside the room to show him a royal blue room, which consisted of an immense, circular dining table joined with impressive diverse-colored chairs fit for kings and queens. She led him to a lime-colored chair in between a violet chair and a silver one. After Harry occupied the lime-colored chair, she brought delicious dinner for him to devour.

Feeling full for the first time in the summer, Harry cleaned his plate neatly in gratitude—not heeding the slight displeasure motions of the silver haired woman in the broad kitchen.

Silence oversaw the house all this time until a sudden chime came from the living room. Pouting slightly as a wail followed in the living room, the silver haired woman strolled to the living room as a curious black haired boy followed behind her. Gently gathering the shrieking baby who instantly hushed up, she drifted to the large door in grace.

Unlocking it, she smiled warmly as a black haired woman bustled into the living room and seized the excited baby to kiss fondly. For the first time in the morning, sound was heard as the pretty lady thanked the silver haired woman. "Thank you very much Usagi for watching Chibi-Vesta. If it weren't for you, Jadeite and I couldn't have gone to the party."

"It's alright, Rei-chan. Just remember our bet; since I babysat Chibi-Vesta successfully all night without falling asleep in the morning, you can't call me Odango for the rest of the week anymore."

The black-haired lady laughed good naturedly, "Alright, Odango—" "REI-CHAN!" "Lower the decibels, Odan... er... Usagi, Chibi-Vesta is here. You know it's hard to call you O...Usagi anymore, after all these years."

Harry chuckled at the pair; it was obvious that although both of them are best friends, they are closer than dear sisters are. Though Harry wondered what kind of person has Jadeite as a name or perhaps a nickname, he wasn't about to attract the attention of the two women. Unfortunately for him, his chuckle attracted their undivided attention.

The black haired lady, named Rei, turned her attention to him, her sparkling purple eyes turned darker with curious caution as her carefree demeanor turned formal, "Hello... May I know your name please?"

Her peppery, formal tone made him nervous and uncomfortable, "Er... My name is...." It suddenly occurred to him that he still didn't truly know whom he was talking to, how he came to be here, and where the "here" was. The name, Harry Potter, has always attracted enough attention and more-than-enough trouble for him to begin with—this time though; he will not take unnecessary risks.

Harry thought quickly for some name, any kind of name, "Endymion." He almost winced at the unusual name; it was the name of some prince, who was killed by some Queen Mineral when he visited the Moon Kingdom about thousand years ago. There was even a prophecy about him and his lover, the Moon princess, being reborn in the future, to fight the Queen Mineral. So far though, the prophecy was considered nothing but a bogus since no magic on the earth can make the dead reborn again.

"And I don't remember my last name." Harry finished, as he looked down at the floor. The silver haired woman was probably a muggle but he cannot give the same assumption to the black haired woman. If by any chance, she was a witch, there was a slight possibility that she knows Legilimency, the branch of magic that concerns with extracting emotions and memories from another person's mind. Looking at her piercing purple eyes will merely be walking into an easy trap.

Harry contorted his face to look troubled enough to make the profound look he was receiving from a certain black haired woman to subside for now. Maybe the Goddess of Luck took pity on him; the black haired woman even nodded her head at him to signify her acceptance of his less-than-satisfactory answer for the moment.

Veering her head back at the sorrowful yet stunned silver-haired petite woman who was currently looking at the green eyed boy, Rei thanked her again before making her way out of the door—fortunately without piercing another profound look at Harry.

The door closed and silence was about to mount again but a certain curious green-eyed boy wouldn't have it.

"I am sorry, ma'am. Let me introduce myself properly. I can't remember anything about myself except my first name and my age. My name is Endymion and I am 15 years old now. I don't know how I came to be here and why I came to be here. But what I do know is that you are a beautiful woman who is compassionate enough to take care of an injured stranger."

A dainty blush surfaced the silver haired woman as her silver-blue eyes stared at him with renewed tenderness and maybe with a little spark of confusion. Harry dismissed it as his overactive imagination, he might have mistook the spark of curiosity into confusion. After all, most 15-year old teenagers in the world would not be as polite as he just was.

She introduced herself to him next, "Thank you Endymion. Well, let me introduce myself to you too. My name is Usagi, wife of Chiba Mamoru. As for how you came to be here—my husband found you lying on the pavement with blood on your forehead when he went to a jog this morning. You seemed to have hit a pole while running during last night because you lost so much blood by the time my husband found you unconscious on the ground. Mamo-chan brought you immediately to our house to get medical help for you. With our family doctor Ami-chan's help, you were cured completely."

Harry smiled gratefully at her husband's kindness and thanked Mrs. Chiba. Without any kind of help, he would have probably died due to severe blood loss instead of being killed by Voldemort or some mad dragon.

Hesitantly, Mrs. Chiba spoke to Harry again, "Endymion... are you sure that you can't remember anything else other than your name and age?"

Sobering up his expression as best as he could, Harry replied, "Yes, Mrs. Chiba. I can't remember anything other than my first name and age."

The lovely woman seemed to have believed him entirely by her sorrowful look in her expressive bluish-silver eyes. Making up for her distressing question, she asked cheerily, "Well, since your first name is too long, is it okay for me to call you Endy?"

Relieved that she believed him, Harry nodded in amusement at the strange woman before him—who can be both graceful and ridiculous at the same time.

Mrs. Chiba beamed at him but sobered the next moment, "Don't call me Mrs. Chiba, Endy. It makes me feel like an old fat woman with Jupiter-sized spectacles. Call me Usagi-chan or even Usagi."

Chuckling at the image Mrs. Chi... er... Usagi conjured up, he replied, "As you wish, Mrs. Chi...er... Usagi."

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